“You’re mine, Marcos. You belong to me. Your pleasure and your pain. Your blood, your come, your goddamn tears. It’s all mine now.”
“Ohmygod,” he breathed, and then he surrendered.
Legs locked around my waist, he curved into me, head thrown back in ecstasy. His jaw fell open, but he was soundless as he shook.
Krasavitsa.
All at once, his chest collapsed. Our eyes touched, his more black than brown. Lips bloody and swollen, I matched his lazy smile with one of my own.
“Spread your legs.”
“They don’t work anymore,” he complained.
I chuckled.
Coaxing his head on my shoulder and arms around my neck, I held him tight to my chest as I climbed to my feet. The mattress dipped when I placed a knee on its edge and laid Marcos across the soft top. His curls were everywhere, head turning so he could rub his cheek against the soft sheets.
The arms at the base of my neck were trembling with effort, but he held firm, refusing to break contact.
“Marcos, baby, you can relax. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’ll cry if you do,” he warned, but his voice shook with vulnerability.
“I promise, Solnyshko.”
One by one, his muscles relaxed, falling against the mattress. Hooking my elbows around his thighs, I pressed my face to the mess he’d left in his sweats and inhaled his scent.
He moaned. “Shit. That’s hot.”
Stomach dipping, he shivered when I flirted with his waistband. Goosebumps lined his skin as I bared it, pulling his pants off his legs and abandoning them somewhere on the floor.
His thighs were glistening with his release, and I couldn’t fucking decide if I wanted to taste it or use it to make his hole wet.
“Do you want to tell me how much you can take right now, or do you want me to decide?”
“You.”
He made a noise like the trust he held for me pierced something within him, and maybe it did. Maybe it pierced something within me too.
Pushing up to his elbows, his eyes were clouded with lust as he watched me drag two fingers through his release.
“Show me what’s mine.”
His face heated, and he pulled his lip into his mouth before rolling to his stomach. With a groan, he lifted his ass and shoved it toward me.
“Good boy.” I pressed a hand to the base of his spine. “You’re doing so good, baby. Look at you. So goddamn pretty. Flushed all over and leaking for me. Again.”
The praise was his undoing.
He was high on it, body rocking back and forth. Whimpers fell from his lips like a never ending tune.
It was my new favorite song.
“Papa.”
“I’m here, baby. I’m gonna make you feel good again.”
I used my palms to pull his cheeks apart and swept two sticky fingers over his entrance. He nearly came off the bed when I pushed a finger in knuckle deep. His hole clenched, daring my finger to do anything but fuck him deeper.